The wreckers
have moved in, a whole new schematic for the North End
of N Scale and without beating about a rotting fish head
enthusiasm is super high. It all happened around
two o'clock this morning. I was washing down a teaspoon
of honey with a little milk and the Girl Cat, who is
always great deal more curious in the hours of
darkness, stared up at me and maybe one of us might be a
little sleep deprived but I heard her say "why not?"
It's also true that her advice wasn't so much vocalized
as it was sublimely communicated and possibly it
was directed more at that new wave of thinking that
insists milk is bad for Cats than it was at her
secondary caregiver's ludicrous preoccupations most of
which are really not worth sharing with anything other
than something like a Tortoise.

I think it
was Bertrand Russell in an essay titled Mysticism and
Logic concluded that some areas of the mind will make
leaps into territories that really can't be subjected to
logical analysis and while a great majority of these
leaps should be totally ignored some leaps have proved
remarkably accurate. It might well be the case that
while I have been considering the tenets of the
Anarchists as a solution to the problem of wide curves,
I think my reluctance to just go ahead and start ripping
things up, had something to do with basic idleness. I
wanted something straightforward that didn't require the
constant presence of an active vacuum cleaner. In
Russell's essay, if I remember, he reckoned the leap
deemed mystical by some was usually sparked by an
interaction with something else and just because you
couldn't place the something else didn't mean it was a
gift from an invisible or unworldly plane.